Remember the days before mobile phones took over our lives? That’s what Cuba feels like. Since the access to the internet at home is limited to foreigners, accredited journalists, government officials and people who know someone who knows someone, and the concept of the net on the go does not even exist, people socialise the old fashioned way. They talk to each other. Everywhere you go, you see people sitting in their doorways or standing by their windows and chatting with their friends passing by. I loved it. The community spirit you don’t feel living in London was everywhere.
Going to Cuba for me felt like going back in time to Poland under the communist rule in 1980s. The old cars, the slow pace of life because what should be done today might as well be done tomorrow, the resourceful approach to life when not having much you had to reuse, reuse and then reuse once again. And let’s be honest there isn’t much that a duct tape won’t fix. And most importantly knowing people because the only way to make it in this world is to know someone who knows someone who can get just exactly what you want.